By: Rhoda K.
Before long, I had reached the bridge heaving from the run.
There, I burst into tears and grabbed onto the railing for support.
I tried to look at my reflection in the flowing river beneath me, but tears blurred my vision.
I could tell that I looked ugly. My hair clung to my face and flew out in other areas.
I knew my eyes were probably puffy, but I could care less.
I was an accurate representation of my life. One big disaster.
I made out my face, which was contorted with all the emotions coursing through me. Resentment, Worthlessness, Loneliness, Frustration, Anger and a whole host of others.
But ultimately, I felt Pain.
The one good thing that had come my way in the past year, I had officially ruined.
All I had to do was be there for him, but I couldn’t even do that.
The sad thing being he was never really mine.
Now he was gone, leaving me and everyone else behind.